We ain't done, we just havin' a little fun, ha, ha
Listen for them niggas that try to treat you like a son
all because you ain't have a motherfuckin' gun
Try me now, pussy, I might catch your fuckin' body

Drive by, hop out, lay the team down
Now, bitch, that's a couple homicides
Bitch, I put it in that fuckin' pan when I ride
I don't need no fuckin' body to slide

I put my trust in God
Even though I keep that lock by my side
I always pray to God before I ride
Shit critical, you gotta finish that job

Don't don't on the past
just gonna live your fuckin' life
And if you had to think
and if I had to do the shit again

I wouldn't think twice
I'm just livin' my life
Who the fuck told you that I gotta be nice
My arm frozen like Elsa

Bitch, I'm all this goddamn ice
Shit critical, came from the bottom
roaches and mice
Had to make decisions to change my life

Don't even do it if you ain't gonna do it right
I turned on my tunnel vision
Shit was crazy
I seen the fuckin' light

Fightin' in these goddamn streets
Fightin' with my fuckin' mic
Shit got critical
Almost lost my fuckin' life

Who woulda ever thought that music was gon' be life
Beepin' was so many niggas
Stressful nights
Now I'm like a fisherman

I don't go nowhere without the pole
You bust some glocks, then you roll
Watch out for the Jakes, because they on patrol
So you gotta move like a crook

Then get real low
And I don't have to hold that
I bet them pussyfoot niggas know not to fuck with you
Cause you let them pistols blow

You let them pistols blow
Bitch, I'm talkin' gas and smoke
Gas and smoke
Gas and smoke

Gas and smoke
Gas and smoke
Gas and smoke
They said, be careful, bitch

They said, be careful, bitch
They cocky like you